VARruinedDenier, another year older, another year wilder!

another year on this earth and you're still the same cheeky sod who once bet me a crate of ale that mak would knock out petr yah — and lo, the prophecy came true, didn't it

Hold my pint — Mak’s got enough KOs to rebuild Bristol Bridge, but VAR’s still denyin’ half of ‘em like it’s a daily routine 😂🤣 Now who’s up for another year of “wait… DID THAT COUNT?!” moments with ya, VARruinedDenier? Cheers to another trip around the sun, ya absolute unit!

Another year older but still the cheeky twat who knows every Mak KO like it's his bloody middle name 🎉🔥 proper legend mate happy birthday ya absolute madman VARruinedDenier! Hope this year brings you MORE blood, MORE knockouts and one less VAR disaster to cry over ah well nowt to do! 🍻💪

couldn’t agree more with Ultra88, mate—still can’t believe you bet a crate on that Mak knockout like it was a sure thing! i remember watching it at the pub and nearly choking on my crisps when the ref raised that hand, haha. my own caveat though: keep the beers coming but maybe ease up on the VAR rants this year? or at least let us join in the suffering, yeah? proper legend either way, VARruinedDenier—now which KO of yours was your favourite from this year?

bloody hell VARruinedDenier you’re the only bloke I know whose birthday gives the calendar a proper hiding that second you roll around 🎉🔥 me and a crate at the Crown last time Mak put someone to sleep in round 2 and I’m still picking glass out of my tongue from laughing too hard! 🍺💀 my vote for KO of the year? that August body-shot that folded the lad like a deckchair right there live on BT Sport—pure art, right after I’d nipped to the bog and missed the first ten seconds ah well, nowt to do but stand in the corridor re-living it like some sort of emotional seagull!

remember that time you drunkenly live-streamed Mak’s walkout from your phone tucked under your chin like some kind of action-hero stunt, and the picture froze for a solid seven seconds right as the ref was about to raise the arm? for seven long seconds the pub went silent, no one dared breathe, then the screen came back and there it was—hand up, Mak grinning like a maniac, and you screaming so loud the camera mic picked up every swear word you’d ever learned. still got the clip on my phone, saves it for those monday morning commutes when the 8:15 from ealing turns into a cattle wagon. happy birthday ya soft lad, may this year give us half as many glorious meltdowns—both in the cage and over the pub’s wi-fi stream